Chapter 6: Caught In The Act

Ginny's POV

I shouldn't have come here," I whispered low, my voice barely audible it cracked under the weight of my guilt. "This is wrong."

"Maybe," Raymond murmured, his thumb brushing against my cheek and sending a wave of heat through me. "But it doesn't feel wrong.

And before I could protest, his soft, urgent lips found mine and trapped me in a kiss that melted any resolve. All of the feelings I tried hard to bury rose into view, and without warning, I kissed him back in a manner that was just as intense and desperate, I did not know I had inside of me. In the moment, I let myself go and gave in to the kiss.

Raymond's hands slid down the length of my back, his body pulling me in closer as he deepened the kiss. My head was in a daze, since the softness of his lips, the warmth of his body, and everything about the way he had just made me feel-the hum of being alive-finally hit me. I knew this was wrong; I knew I should be stopping him. But not now.

He pinned me gently against the wall, his lips tracing down my neck while his hands roamed all over me, leaving small fires at every touch. A soft moan escaped me as my fingers tangled in his hair while he nipped bits of my skin.

"Raymond," I breathed, desire thick in my voice. "We can't… my mom…

She's not here," he whispered against my neck, his hands slipping under my shirt to caress the skin of my stomach. "No one has to know.

My brain knew it was a bad idea, that we were crossing some point of no return, but with every inch his hands traveled up my body and with his lips finding their way back onto mine, that little voice of reason dimmed to a silent hum, drowned out by the burning need that invaded every single part of me. I wanted him, I needed him, and nothing else mattered in that moment.

Now Raymond's hands were on my breasts, teasing me through the fabric of my bra, and I gasped, arching into his touch. I could feel his smirk against my lips, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

"Raymond," I moaned, my body aching for more, for him.

Without warning, he just tugged my shirt over my head and flung it aside. Then his lips descended on my chest, kissing and sucking at my skin. My head fell back against the wall as I dug my fingers deep into his shoulders, unable to think straight as he continued to drive me wild with every touch.

I hardly notice him unbuttoning my trousers; his hands reach inside of them, unzipping them and easing them down my hips. His fingers brushed against my panties, and a shudder ran through me in anticipation.

"Do you want this, Ginny?" he said, his voice low and husky with longing.

I hesitated, still. My mind was screaming to stop-to push him away, to run and never look back. Yet my body seemed to have ideas of its own, and before I even knew it, I was nodding.

"Yes," I whispered, hardly recognizing the sound of my voice.

That was all the encouragement Raymond needed. He slid my panties down, his fingers grazing against me and sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I gasped, clinging to him for support, my knees threatening to give out.

"God, you're so wet," he muttered, his fingers teasing me, tickling across my most sensitive spot. I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more.

Raymond smiled, easing one finger inside me, then another, moving them slow, torturing me with the delicious build-up. I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders, trying to hold together.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my skin. "You want more."

I couldn't find the words, could only nod, my breath catching in short, shallow gasps as he worked me closer and closer to the edge. His thumb found my clit, rubbing it in slow circles, making my body tighten with anticipation. I could feel the pressure building, the sweet release just out of reach.

Raymond's lips landed on mine once more, his kiss deep and overwhelming, his fingers sending me insane. I was so close, my body shaking with the urge to let go, to fall apart in his arms.

And then, right when it was about to feel really good, he jerked his fingers out, and I was left gasping in frustration. I opened my mouth, already in protest, but before I could utter a single word, he was already undoing his pants, letting them drop to the floor.

He positioned himself between my legs, his erection nudging my entrance, and my eyes went wide. I was so ready, my body screaming for him, just begging him to tip me over the edge.

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "You sure?"

I opened my mouth to respond, ready to beg if I had to, but the sound of my mother's voice echoing through the house stopped us cold in our tracks.

"Ginny? Raymond? I'm back!"

Panic shot through me like a bullet as the sound of footsteps grew louder up the stairs. My heart was racing in my chest, and in an instant, we scrambled apart, tugging furiously on our clothes, fumbling with nervous hands to make ourselves presentable.

But it was too late. The door burst open, and standing in the doorway was my mother, Lucy, her eyes wide with astonishment as she took in the scene before her.